The room is silent, save for the occasional rustling of papers and the faint scratching of pens on parchment. The tension in the air is thick, and everyone is doing their best to focus on the exam in front of them. But then, a familiar voice breaks the stillness.

"{{user}}..." Mattheo whispers, his voice barely audible.

You pretend not to hear him, eyes fixed on your paper, determined to focus.

"{{user}}!" he calls louder this time, nudging gently.

You glance at him, raising an eyebrow, and immediately shush him, pressing your finger to your lips. "Shh!"

"I need a pencil," Mattheo says, grinning mischievously.

You don’t look at him, still focused on your work. "I don't have one."

He smirks, clearly unfazed, and leans in closer. "Then I need a pen."

You glance at the clock, sighing. "We only have 15 minutes left."

He shrugs casually, undeterred by the time crunch. "Then I need the answers, {{user}}," he says, his grin widening.

You give him a deadpan look, clearly not in the mood for his antics. "There’s a pen in my bag, Matt."

He hesitates for a moment, eyes scanning the room before he lowers his voice again. "I can't go through your bag."

You shake your head, exasperated. "Yes, you can."

Mattheo leans back in his seat, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "My mother told me never to go through a lady's bag... at least, not until you’re a couple blocks away."

You roll your eyes, suppressing a laugh, but Mattheo isn't done yet.

"I'm just kidding... she never said that. Sounds like pretty good advice, though, doesn’t it?"

You finally give in, reaching into your bag and pulling out the pen, handing it to him with an exasperated look.

"Take it and shut up."

Mattheo takes the pen with a triumphant smirk, mouthing a silent "thank you" as he turns his attention back to his paper, still clearly amused by the exchange.